Poetry and Art

Some may say that ever since both existed, Poetry and Art they have inspired each other. In both art forms, you get something out of it, usually some type of emotion or a saying. They have an instantaneous effect of being able to  inspire poetry. Poems inspired by art are known as Ekphrasis poems; they’re vivid descriptions of a scene, or more commonly a piece of art. They reflect on a act of a painting and several anglers will enlarge on the significance.
Poetry and Art
Poetry and Art
One  example is The Great Wave at Kanagawa from Hokusai. The poems which were written about this art tend to focus on the tension. Within this bit of art, you get a very small mountain with a enormous towering wave that’s poised to wreck. This can seem frightening to a, and individuals will take different meanings from it.e you away from where you are.Many other artists and writers have commented about the contrasts between the expression of poetry and art throughout the years. In Plato’s The Phaedrus, he observes poetry and art combines when paintings and poems are put together, they ‘seem to speak with you as if they were smart’.
Acclaimed author Jan Greenberg, who made award-winning books for kids who explore the lives of celebrity, explains her belief in the power of art to inspire speech.
Poetry, or some other written art, is at it’s heart a package of lists.both poetry and artwork go side by side.
A list of words that come together beautifully synchronised to present one center idea.Which is similar to one uses lists daily to day life.A listing of tasks which synchronise to give us the best day forward.
But poetry, over any other written art shows this nature.Art is poetry,it possibly due to the visual structure of poetry that other mediums like the book, short story or even the composition lack.A huge part of a poems beauty lies in its visual appeal as a structured argument to get an idea.Which is essentially a list.Tagore, Neruda and Cesaire chose the poetic world and the artistic expression to put down roots and pass on their political, cultural or religious participation, restoring the use of poetry and art for a connection between the civilizations and between Humanity and the planet.
In accordance with Tagore, poetry is obviously connected with transcendence. He believed that the most basic need for someone is to attain the union of beauty and goodness and understand that the mysterious, troubled connections inside the fundamental aspects of life. The mission of the poet’s or artist’s work is to resolve that puzzle and, according to Tagore’s notion of boundless love for life and nature, poetry is the best way to get ‘the element of divinity that has its own distinctive location in the individual life, compared to that which belongs to the universe’.
In terms of Neruda, he desired above all to be the poet of the time, his nation, Chile, and afterwards on his continent. A poet among poets, that was the existential role that he took on from his ancient Youth. Because it must reach everybody, poetry for Neruda touches each of the potential present subjects, the political song, the image-laden language of metaphor, the simple, day-to-day message along with the love poem.
According to Neruda, poetry is ‘a public support’. The poem comes out of calmness as bread comes from flour.’ To Neruda, the poem is a song that’s shared as bread ought to be shared, like a familiar light that illuminates the many substance and earthbound elements of existence.

Bulleh shah

Syed Abdullah Shah Qadri popularly known as Bulleh Shah, was a Punjabi Muslim and philosopher. Baba Bulleh Shah (1680-1758), is a shining star of Punjabi Sufi Poetry. His poetry is a great satire on any type of religious orthodoxy. His poetry appeals, as he adopted symbols and metaphors from his surroundings. Baba Bulleh Shah has shown extreme bravery and secularism while writing against the religious bigotry and tyranny of the rulers of his times. Punjabi Poetry of Baba Bulleh Shah consists of Kafian, Dohre, Baranmah, Athwara, Gandhan and Siharfian.Baba Bulleh Shah, is a shining star of Punjabi Sufi Poetry. His poetry is a great satire on any type of religious orthodoxy. His poetry appeals, as he adopted symbols and metaphors from his surroundings. Baba Bulleh Shah has shown extreme bravery and secularism while writing against the religious bigotry and tyranny of the rulers of his times. Punjabi Poetry of Baba Bulleh Shah consists of Kafian, Dohre, Baranmah, Athwara, Gandhan and Siharfian.His spiritual teacher was the eminent Sufi saint, Shah Inayat Qadiri.The verse form Bulleh Shah primarily employed is called the Kafi, a style of Punjabi, Sindhi and Siraiki poetry used not only by the Sufis of Sindh and Punjab, but also by Sikh gurus.Bulleh Shah’s poetry and philosophy strongly criticizes Islamic religious orthodoxy of his day.In his poetry, he talks about his understandings of the world around him, his divine experiences and also raises a voice against orthodox rituals of Islam during that time.He preached to the masses to leave their egos and not to worry about social conventions if they wish to meet God.There is a very famous story from the life of Bulleh Shah. This story shows his love and devotion towards his master and his untroubled attitude towards society.

One of the best wrting of bulleh shah is “Bulleya Ki jaana main Kaun”

“Bulleya Ki jaana main Kaun”
Bulleya to me, I am not known

Here he is saying to himself that he is not known. “ki” implies that the state of not knowing and “kyon” signifies why which implies ingorance.

Na main momin vich maseetaan
Na main vich kufar diyan reetaan
Na main paakaan vich paleetaan
Na main moosa na firown
Not a believer inside the mosque, am I
Nor a pagan disciple of false rites
Not the pure amongst the impure
Neither Moses, nor the Pharoh

Here he is referring that he’s not a firm biliever of god nor he’s a person holding religious biliefs.he is not pure eihter,he’s not god’s intrument or to act on behalf of god nor a ruler.

Na main andar ved kitaabaan
Na vich bhangaan na sharaabaan
Na vich rindaan masat kharaabaan
Na vich jaagan na vich saun
Not in the holy Vedas, am I
Nor in opium, neither in wine
Not in the drunkard’s intoxicated craze
Neither awake, nor in a sleeping daze

Here he saying he could not be found in any holy books,he is not a addictive drug or somekind of wine to lose control of senses and lingered by crocked.He isn’t awake nor in sleeping daze unable to think or react.

Na vich shaadi na ghamnaaki
Na main vich paleeti paaki
Na main aabi na main khaki
Na main aatish na main paun
In happiness nor in sorrow, am I
Neither clean, nor a filthy mire
Not from water, nor from earth
Neither fire, nor from air, is my birth

Here he is saying that he is not in hapiness of anything neither in sorrow of something.He isn’t clean neither smeared with dirt.He does not belong to soil or water nor he is born from fire or air.

Na main arabi na lahori
Na main hindi shehar nagauri
Na hindu na turak peshawri
Na main rehnda vich nadaun
Not an Arab, nor Lahori
Neither Hindi, nor Nagauri
Hindu, Turk, nor Peshawari
Nor do I live in Nadaun

Here he is saying he’s not from arab or lahore(town in pakistan) he’s a hindi nor nagauri(hindu-muslim community). He is not a hindu,turk(turkish),
Peshawari(place in pakistan) rather than even he lives in nadaun(town at himachal pradesh).

Avval aakhir aap nu jaana
Na koi dooja hor pehchaana
Maethon hor na koi siyaana
Bulla! ooh khadda hai kaun
I am the first, I am the last
None other, have I ever known
I am the wisest of them all
Bulleh! do I stand alone?

Here he’s stating he is the very first and last individual who knows himself and understand no 1 other.he believes himself to be the wisest to understand and stands independently.

Bulleya Ki jaana main Kaun
Bulleya! to me, I am not known

Here he is saying to himself that he is not known. “ki” implies that the state of not knowing and “kyon” signifies why which implies ingorance.

Bulleh Shah

Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

phenomenal
phenomenal

Maya Angelou was born Marguerite Johnson in St. Louis, Missouri, on April 4, 1928.

She grew up in St. Louis and Stamps, Arkansas. She had been an author, poet, historian, songwriter, playwright, dancer, stage and screen producer, director, celebrity, singer, and civil rights activist. She was best known for her seven autobiographical books: Mother & Me & Mother (Random House, 2013); Letter to My Daughter (Random House, 2008); All Of God’s Children Need Traveling Shoes (Random House, 1986); The Heart of a Woman (Random House, 1981); Singin’ and Swingin’ and Gettin’ Merry Like Christmas (Random House, 1976); Gather Together in My Name (Random House, 1974); and I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings (Random House, 1969), which was nominated for the National Book Award.

phenomenal
phenomenal
Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

phenomenal
phenomenal

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

let’s write – a poem by sanya sohal

Let’s write

We should write a song
A song about these lost souls
A song about the shattered hope
A song about these guarded hearts
A song about their forced courage
But no one wants to hear sad songs
So let’s write poetry instead.

So let’s write
About a boy
A little nothing
Who ran from his home of hate
To a world positively brimming with it
Who broaden his small little shoulders
And straightened his spine
While he shivered with cold and nightmares in the night
about this liitle boy who grows into a man
A man with no love ever given
And none received
Who rises to rule
His heart ,black,like his hair.jet black
And the world cowers in fear
While he still shivers at night
But now only with nightmares
So let’s write about his caged heart

So let’s write
About a woman with eyes of honey
With skin wrinkled with smiles
Let’s write about how her eyes go empty and silent
How her smiles become still;fixated
While she stares far away
As her memory stretches back
And she remembers every instance that she has been forced
By fate,life ,love ,or worse,herself
To smile through
She remembers her childhood dream;broken.
She recalls the first love who ran away
She remembers the stillborn daughter
The man she loved from afar
The crushing of a million silent prayers
The freedom she never gave herself
She always smiles
Not a tear shed
Not a frown marring her face
Never a sadness
But her smiles are not always true
about the secrets of her smile

So let’s write
About a young lady
Beautiful,fair,hair as red as fire
Sweet and gentle
Kind to everyone
Loved by everyone
Her family a cocoon of bliss
Let’s write about how she loses her mind every once in a while
How she hears voices calling out to her from nowhere
How she screams and shouts
Pulls at her hair
Messes up her perfect home
Scratches her skin
To be rid of the voices
The medicines won’t work
And the voices won’t leave her
about her broken mind

We leave our songs and strings behind for these tales.
We
must write.

-Sanya Sohal

poetry-Delhi city of poets/poetry of the capital

A city has a beat to it. a story, a rhythm. and no where poetry is more poignant than in delhi .

poetry
poetry

This is the city of mirza ghalib . His tomb still rests near the jama masjid. His locality of ballimarah still echoes of an era of poetry of love of more subtle
times.

mirza galib

But why restrictr ourselves to urdu? There are some cities that inspire poetry and delhi is one of them. It’s aura of power,politics,old world charm lends itself to words deftly bound in poetry.

let’stake a stroll,shall we?
We’ve already talked about the legend that was ghalib. A revolutionary poet for his times,who’s style of poetry challenged the then established norms of simple ,hard hitting ghazals. He challenged the listener and so prominent was he in lending his identity to the city that ballimarah and ghalib are considered synonymous.
His attachment despite all odds with delhi shine through beautifully in this sher-

Hei ab is mamure mein qaht-e-gham-e ulfat Asad

Hum ne yeh maana keh Dilli mein rahe, khayenge kya?

 

Zauk was also a prominent poet ,albeit grown out of prominence with time. The poet laureate of the mughal court. He was in the mughal court during times of extreme unrest. This is when he wrote the legendary sher in the beginning. Once you’re in love with a city no matter the circumstances you stay. It doesn’t matter what comforts lie elsewhere and delhi particularly lends itself to such loyality. The beats of the heart of delhi, are too strong to let go. zauk is also one of the most frequent writers who incorporated delhi in his poetry. He dosen’t glorify the city,He peeks at the inequalities and injustices as well. but the love for the place still shines through.

zauk

in dinoñ garche dakan meñ hai baḌī qadr-e-suḳhan
kaun jaa.e ‘zauq’ par dillī kī galiyāñ chhod kar

– sheik ibrahim zauk

The presence of the mughals is strong in delhi ,and so is the presence of urdu poetry,another prominent poet without which a discussion on poets in delhi is incomplete is mir taqi mir. although not born in the city( he was originally from agra) , he is now identified as a prime example of the delhi style of urdu poetry. Unlike ghalib, he favored simple language and presented his ideas with common urdu words.

mir taqi mir

His love for the city is beautifully displayed in this couplet-

Koochey nahin dilli ke, auraaq-e-musawwir hain
Jo shakl nazar aayi, tasveer nazar aayi

He wasn’t ignorant to it’s cruelties though, he has written often about the harshness of delhi.

Deeda-e-giryaan hamaara neher hai
Dil-e-kharaaba jaise Dilli sheher hai

But we sometimes choose to see only the beauty in the things we love,and this is a brilliant example of love, albeit for a place and not a person.

I would like to conclude by talking about daagh dehlvi, his pen name itself illustartes his love for the city. dehlvi means “belonging to/from delhi”. Such was his fame that he was honored by the nizam of hyderabad by several poetry honors. I leave you with this wonderful example of urdu poetry by the legend.

gar maraz ho davā kare koī
marne vaale kā kyā kare koī

– a lover of the city

Poetry

Poetry is the chiseled marble of language; it’s a paint-spattered canvas – but the poet uses words instead of paint, and the canvas is you.